The traitorous human prison guards exchange my jumpsuit for the clothing I was arrested in, my wallet and my cell phone. I walk out of the prison gate, breathe in a heavy dose of fresh air and make a call.
“I’ve been pardoned by President Xixus,” I tell Helen, my wife, thankful our alien overlords have embraced another American tradition in addition to adopting our national holidays.
“And your comrades? The others accused of plotting against the… visitors?” Helen asks. “Have they been pardoned, too.”
Only one turkey ever gets pardoned at Thanksgiving,” I remind her. “The rest get eaten.”
“I’ve been pardoned by President Xixus,” I tell Helen, my wife, thankful our alien overlords have embraced another American tradition in addition to adopting our national holidays.
“And your comrades? The others accused of plotting against the… visitors?” Helen asks. “Have they been pardoned, too.”
Only one turkey ever gets pardoned at Thanksgiving,” I remind her. “The rest get eaten.”
